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If thou wouldst know the highest joy,

Pure as the dewdrop or the snow,

True happiness without alloy

While here below,

Commune with nature in her moods,

Both grave and gay; learn to explore

Her secret ways in fields and woods,

Her treasured store.

Enjoy the fellowship of trees;

The friendship of a lonely star;

Refreshment from the evening breeze

That blows afar.

Or lie beneath an aspen tree,

Responsive to each trembling leaf;

With mother birds, unconsciously,

Feel joy or grief.

Seek out the first pale bloom that springs

Beneath a sheltering mound of snow,

Enraptured by the hope it brings,

The thrill, the glow

Of life, upspringing from the earth,

A pledge—that death shall loose its prey—

A resurrection morn—a birth—

A destiny.